All the world's a backpack.

July 30, 2009

Clipped Wings….

Its been a little over 100 days since I returned from the magnificent trip and I still wake up many days thinking I’m gonna find my backpack by my side and crumpled bus tickets in my pocket. Life has changed. I found a job. Yes! Someone actually hired me after this one year. (That’s a story by itself)

So… I obviously don’t find my backpack and the bus tickets. I find my mobile phone with a messed up display on my side with messages from my new found friends in the corporate world.. I find my laptop running on battery because it strangely refuses to shut down… I find printouts, so environment unfriendly… I find that I have exactly 15 minutes to shower, eat and run out the door just in time to find an auto, get to a crowded junction next to home only to be turned down by a taxi driver, then catch a bus to my office… I find that I dont have time to savour a cup of black coffee without which my day doesnt start… I find that I need to device a plan to get out of work in time for my Capoeira class which means the world to me.. I find that my husband is gone and Ill probably see him only in the weekend considering Bombay work life… I find that I probably have to spend 80% of the day doing things I dont want to do to make money to fund doing the things I love doing for a very small part of my day… I find myself not answering my phone calls from friends because I dont have the time to meet them or talk to them and that is depressing because Im forced to answer the phone from people I havent even met who are work related… I find myself in a cubicle with no ventilation… I find myself with a headache staring at a bright monitor.. I find myself lost in a world I dont think I belong to… and more than anything, I find myself with clipped wings…

5 thoughts on “Clipped Wings….”

Well, unfortunately, we do have to make the money enjoy what we do, but there does seem to be an imbalance with work an dpleasure. Hang onto the memories until the next adventure …– DanOuter Banks Revealed

its terrible. you havent been writing frequently enough. call me a leech because I feed on you.Its been 5 months since I started working. 6 days a week, frantically juggling 3 phonecalls at a time and ending up at home exhausted, depleted, There’s nothing to write about anymore. I’m soon gonna run away to a small town and open a music/book store. Atleast I can listen to my favourite music and read without having to smile at people I don’t like.